Whatever the hell she'd been through tonight, I hoped it continued! She finally started to explain, "It wasn't what I expected; it was so much more." ...She paused a little bit before she went on, "I was blindfolded, then handcuffed with my hands behind my back around the pole. Then the girls spent the next two hours undressing me and using my body as their plaything in front of everyone." "They took turns kissing me, sucking on my nipples and running their hands all over me, all while I was still. When she quietly slipped through the door, closing it carefully behind her, she discovered that Kim was indeed in bed, alone, but not asleep. Indeed, Pam could tell that her best friend and sometimes lover was wide awake, although her eyes were closed.Kim had kicked the covers off and lay nude on the bed the two girls often shared. Her knees were bent and splayed to either side, the soles of her feet drawn up and touching. One hand was between her legs, cupping her mound. Through the damp black. Probably realising that it was me, my wife pushed back as I watched her cute ass rub against his pelvis and his cock go ever deeper.Now I was totally horny and had already slipped my shorts off and was applying a little KY to my own cock while I slid my fingers up and down to the beat. I watched the repair guy rock back and forth, sliding his cock inside and hearing a muffled moan each time he did from under the covers.I happily wanked away and saw him watching me also, then he reached out and. “Don’t tell me you never heard of a whore’s bath,” I bluffed.Suddenly I wasn’t being held down by girls anymore. They were both indignant.“Calm down. I’m not calling you whores,” I said. That would fix things. Right?“You most certainly did just call us whores!” shouted Karla.“I did not,” I said. “I suggested you take a whore’s bath. Anybody can do that, not just a whore.”“I hate that word,” said Sam. “Whore. It just sounds so awful!”The ever-pragmatic Karla had calmed down. She pulled the neck.